Four of Them

Even though my eyes were still wet from crying and I was still sniffling, I mustered the fortitude to ask them, "What's going on?" the tears can't seem to stop streaming down my face.

"You're in heat, baby." Juan said in a strained voice and Amber hugged me even more. I could feel the tension in both of their bodies. That didn't make any sense to me, but then again, nothing does at the moment. The world appeared to be spinning right before my eyes, and the heat clouded my head, making it difficult for me to think right now. As if that weren't enough, I felt so helpless and dependent on my companions. Although taking the tablet did help, I'm still getting a warm and clammy sensation.

As Amber led me out of that room, all I could do was hum in response and let my head fall back against her shoulder. Being in that space was all I could bear to do. What would have transpired if Amber and Juan had arrived even a few minutes later than planned? Did the man lose control as a result of the heat I was giving off? The stupidest.

"Home!" I shouted at them, scarcely able to realize that they were heading towards a truck with Amber holding me and carrying me in her arms.

"That's where we're going, Angel," Amber then added, and I nodded in agreement. I still had the desire to cry for some reason that my confused and jumbled brain couldn't even begin to make sense of at this very moment. It was not helpful that Daisy kept sobbing for both her friends and for herself at this time.

Amber climbed into the passenger seat of the truck while still holding me as Juan helped us by opening the door of the vehicle. The fact that neither of them felt like leaving me alone at this time is a positive development. I wished for them to maintain their connection.

While Juan was getting into the driver's seat of the vehicle and starting it up, Amber put me on her lap and held on to me tightly. Then we started driving to the rental location, but it would have to do because I had to get back to Hade as well.

"Hade?" I inquired.

"He's at home right now, love; he's in heat like you, too," Juan confided in me. I had no idea that men also experienced menstruation, but hey, at least he's on the same page as me with regard to this.

"Okay," I mumbled to myself as quietly as possible.

The t-shirt that Juan was wearing around me made me feel at ease; the fabric was so loose that I felt like I was floating. In contrast to the heat emanating from my body, I experienced a light and calming sensation. On the other hand, my own bottoms were uncomfortable and made me feel restricted, so I wished I could get rid of them. I've heard that when wolves are in heat, garments might be irritating to them because of their body temperature.

My mind was too cloudy to comprehend what I had just done fully, and as a result, I let out an involuntary whimper. The reaction of Juan was made clear to me when I heard a growl coming from my left. He appeared to be fuming, but not at me but at himself.

The force of his powerful hands as they clenched the steering wheel in a death hold made it appear as though it would break under the strain. From around the corner, I could make out the crimson that denoted Luise's approaching presence. No, we can't do that right now.

Fortunately, Amber chimed in with a level-headed suggestion that helped salvage the situation: "Juan, switch seats, come here, and hold Myrtle."

Because he rapidly pulled over to the shoulder of the road, switched seats with Amber, and held on to me instead, it's likely that he needed it in a very urgent manner. Because of his size, we had to move our seats back a little bit, but his presence was equally comforting as I cuddled up into his bare chest and closed my eyes. Because of his size, we had to move our seats back a little bit.

While I took a rest, Amber drove us back to our apartment.

I was awoken once more, and this time, I realized that we had already returned to the rental property and that Amber was in the process of returning me to her custody.

"Take her, Amber; I won't be able to help you in this situation." Juan sighed and stated, "Hade needs me too, and I don't want to lose control of her with the heat and all of that," which was a sad statement to make.

They're both on medication; don't worry about losing yourself, love. She responded, "It's just a couple of days, and then we can go back to how we were, and then we can go back to how we were," while he reluctantly agreed and then departed for where I could only suppose Hade was.

Amber asked me, "You up, princess?" as she led me into a room. This room was not the main room where the four of us slept; rather, it was my own private chamber.

I turned my head to look at her and gave her a small nod as she planted a kiss on my head.

She asked me, "Are you feeling like taking a bath?"

Because my mind was only partially functioning, I inquired of her, "Why?"

"Princess, you still smell like the nightwalkers and the men that they bring with them." And getting a bath will help relieve some of the heat," she said in response while cradling my face in the palm of her hand.

I was repulsed by their odor once it had rubbed off on me, yet the very idea of being by myself at this very moment caused me to wake up with tears in my eyes. I was taking a bath; it felt like a major undertaking. I was unable to complete the task because I was so worn out and in pain.

I had no idea that I was going to start crying, but when I did, Amber became concerned once more. She questioned him in a worried tone, "What is it, baby?"

I was having trouble articulating my thoughts through the tears. "Will you come with me?" I managed to say the words out loud. I had faith in Amber and was confident that she would not intentionally do anything to cause me distress at this time. As a result, I really did not want to be separated from her at this moment.

"You want me to come with you in the bath?" I nodded in agreement as she repeated the question, this time pronouncing each word more deliberately to ensure that I had understood what I had requested. After that, she ushered me into the restroom in a whisper while moving very fast and seated me on the counter.

She started filling the tub by turning on the faucet that led to the hot water, and then she moved over to me to start disrobing me when she had finished filling the tub. To remove the shirt, she grabbed the bottom corner of Juan's shirt and dragged it over my head to remove it. When I looked down at my own torso, I saw a wound that we had missed when they dragged me away from that party. Her eyes narrowed in on my torso with a frown, and when they did, I saw that she was frowning.

Even my wrists had burn marks from the silver, and she opted to clean these wounds up before she moved on to the rest of my body. She quickly and surprisingly painlessly treated my wounds, garnering only tiny whimpers of agony as a result of the cleaning process. She took some rubbing alcohol and cotton balls out of a cupboard and used them. She took my jeans off my white legs once she had finished tending to those wounds and made certain that I had not sustained any further injuries elsewhere.

She looked into my eyes for permission, which I gave her by nodding my head, and then she removed my underpants and scooped me up to lower me into the bathtub after ensuring that the water was not too hot.

The bath was a great help, as it made everything feel cozier and warmer. My muscles had the sensation of relaxation, and the temptation I had been having to jump on my companions' bones had subsided for the time being. While I propped myself up on the side of the tub for some comfort, Amber took a seat directly next to it.

She put some soap on a loofah. "May I?" she asked before doing so, and I, being the nice person that I am, granted her request.

The following couple of minutes were spent in a state of pure bliss as she lathered up my entire body with the loofah and then softly massaged it with her hands. She was careful not to touch any of my wounds while working her magic on me, and she stayed away from any areas of my body that would have made me feel uneasy at this moment. She was so considerate that she kept peeking over her shoulder at my face to make sure that I was okay with what she was doing and that I was not in the least bit apprehensive.

"Enjoying yourself?" she cheekily asked me while laughing to herself as she saw my relaxed demeanor and noticed that I was smiling.

In answer, I flashed her a warm grin, and she continued her line of questioning with a mournful expression. "Princess, why did you leave that house?"

It made me feel stupid to tell her this, but I knew that if I didn't, she would place the guilt on herself. I had a warm and desperate feeling. I had a lot of things I wanted to get done, and I knew that a breath of fresh air would help me get back on track. I had begun to experience the first signs of heat exhaustion, but rather than warn them about it, I chose to ignore them and act as if they were complete morons.

"That's fine, princess. Just promise never to leave me again." She smiled and I nodded my head in agreement. "I won't leave you again, Amber."

My ears perked up as soon as I heard their truck pull into the driveway, and I immediately became alert. They had returned, and to my relief, I was able to feel Myrtle along with them. Thank the goddess. She was not in danger. After what seemed like days without them in this heat, I wanted to get up and go to my friends, but my body felt too weak. I wanted to see them after what seemed like days without them in this heat.

Although the medicine that Sally offered me did help, I couldn't shake the feeling that everything in my world was in disarray, and a thick cloud of heat obscured my thoughts.

I refrained from making the choice to use my senses and instead focused on what they were saying, during which Juan was first thanking Locker, Augustus, and Sally and then dismissing them. They are aware that I am about to start my period. As a beta male, going into heat is an extremely unpleasant situation. If it weren't for the heat, I'd be flushing right now, but it's already taken care of that for me.

If my thoughts weren't making so much sense right now, I'd be even more humiliated than I already am. My friends were discussing something else, but I was too preoccupied with pitifully and desperately waiting for them to arrive. Juan knocked quickly on the door and entered my room just as I was ready to continue complaining about how horrible I felt.

When he strolled in with a gloomy countenance and was attired in ensanguined garments with his shirt removed, all of my destitution vanished for a split second. As soon as his eyes laid upon my writhing and panting body, he immediately changed the expression on his face. During that single second, when he was out of control, he gave off an absolutely menacing vibe.

That made me feel much more uneasy and increased my yearning for him.

As quickly as he could, he pulled those heat pills out of the pocket behind his back and placed one up in my mouth. I gratefully accepted one and washed it down with some water.

"Hey, Wolfie," he greeted me while looking down at me with a compassionate and understanding expression on his face.

As a response, I hummed to myself while continuing to stare at the bleeding and torn clothing and body of the man. "I'm fine, baby. I'm doing just fine." He reassured me, he must've noticed me staring. "And Myrtle has been returned to us!"

That caused me to give him a sloppy smile in response. "Where?" I questioned him.

"Over there, with Amber in the other room, He responded by saying, "I'm afraid the two of you can't be together at this time."

I gave him a pouty face as I gazed up at him and said that I wanted-no, that I needed Myrtle with me right now. I wanted to argue with them and yell at them for keeping us apart, but I couldn't get up the strength to do any of those things at the moment. At this very moment, the most somebody might expect to get out of me is an angry glance.

Juan smiled again with compassion and continued, "It'll be too much for the both of you to be together, right? We're just getting by on the drugs, and that's saying something!

It was beyond my comprehension. The heat and the fog prevented my brain from thinking, so I only nodded idly in response, despite the fact that nothing that was being said made much sense at that moment.

"Wolfie, please wait here for two minutes. I feel very repulsive right now. Juan kissed the crown of my head and announced that he was going to take a shower in a moment. Before I could even gather the courage to object to his departure, he had already left.

I had the desire to cry, but all I could do was lay there with my eyes covered, staring at the door through which he had exited. I needed him at this very moment, and I needed him to come back out of that door so that he could hold me close to his chest. I can't function properly without the help of my partner to correct everything that's currently off. I can't function till he takes away this stifling heat. I can't function without him because of my blazing boner.

Juan came back after a couple of minutes, as he had promised, wearing only his underwear, which revealed his upper body for me to stare at and drool over. And I did exactly that. Suddenly, the clothing that was already on my body began to feel stifling and overly restrictive.

Naked, I needed to take off all of my clothing right now since they were making me feel uncomfortable and were too tight against my body. Before I could even register what was happening, I was already tearing my clothing off in a very impolite manner. Juan hastily came over to me and grabbed my hand in order to prevent me from letting out distressing whimpers.

He voiced concern as he inquired, "What are you doing, baby boy?" He did this by lacing his tone.

I did it once again and pulled at my garments while saying, "Hot, feel hot, Juan. "Off-off," he said while pointing to my attire. Because he removed my shirt himself, I can only assume he was aware of how awkward the situation was making me feel.

While his hands were slipping into the hem of my tight jeans, he questioned me, "Pants too, Hadey?" I swiftly nodded in his direction, and he responded in kind.

As soon as I stripped down to nothing but my underwear, I experienced a welcome relief that was accompanied by a rush of exhilaration. However, this is not sufficient for me in any way. More was required of me. In a routine motion, I found myself unconsciously rubbing my member against the blankets. I could tell out of the corner of my eye that Juan was getting increasingly frustrated with me and was on the edge of losing control of the situation.

Good, because I required him to mate with me at this very moment in order to extinguish this malicious heat. My baser instincts took over at that moment, and I whimpered for him to take off his pants and get me right away. "Juan-"

He responded with a low grunt and a snarl, saying, "I know precisely what you want, baby boy, but we can't just now. Heat cannot be the driving force behind our first attempt. I'm sorry you have to put up with this wolfie," he said, his voice low and sensual but with a tinge of melancholy and remorse in it.

Despite this, my brain was stubborn and refused to accept the logic, which resulted in me muttering his name once more, becoming more brazen, and kneading my member from the top of my underwear. When he saw me unravel and lose myself in front of him, a reddish hue appeared in his eyes, and he began to breathe more heavily.

When he asked me with clenched teeth, "You need help with that wolfie?" I groaned shamelessly and instantly nodded my head in response.

Before my eyes could even close, I was ordered to sit on the very edge of the bed, with my bottom just barely touching the surface. The unexpected movement of Juan kneeling down in front of me raised my heart rate in preparation for whatever was going to happen next.

He added with a sneer, "Let go, baby boy, let me help you all the way through," and then pushed my torso back down onto the bed so that I was lying on my stomach. My underpants flew off in an instant and gathered around my ankles, exposing my bare skin. As he beheld it with such eagerness and ardor, my member began to pulsate.

When he kissed my thigh, my hips instinctively raised off the bed, which caused him to chuckle to himself slyly. As he continued to plant delicate kisses on my thighs, he took his time and carefully grasped my member in his hand. I moaned out in a very disgraceful manner once more as he began to stroke in a slow and forceful manner.

After this went on for a few minutes, he started picking up the pace and bringing me closer and closer to the brink of the cliff. When I raised my head to gaze into his eyes, which were clouded with lust, he stared at my leaking member and immediately sped up the pace, giving me fast and forceful strokes. I cried out, "Juan, Juan, coming..." when I realized I was getting near.

This prompted my partner to speed up their stroking of me and pepper their kisses along the length of my thighs, almost making it to my dick. I gazed at his figure, which was working hard, and yelled, "Comin-" as I exploded into his hands with a scream. At the same time, my hooded eyes looked at his figure.

While I was recovering from the most incredible orgasm of my life, which had taken place at my friend's hands, the world went completely blank for a few seconds. Juan crept up onto the bed and gave me a kind and affectionate kiss as I was still breathing heavily from exertion.

I said, "I love you, Juan," as I turned his sweet kiss into something more licentious, but he didn't seem to hear me. He smirked as he looked down at my erected member, and then his hands made their way back to it again. This time, he was able to seize my parts with a greater sense of confidence and a sense of ownership as they sprang into action immediately.

This time, he didn't bother to be slow and instead went straight to the strong and fast strokes, which pulled me closer and closer to the orgasm. He kissed my lips in an aggressive and insistent manner as his hands did not stop moving for even an instant down below. He leaned in close to my ear and murmured, "Good boy, Hadey," before biting the lobe of my ear, which caused my hips to come back up off the bed. His exquisitely trained lips moved down to that region on the back of my neck, which was precisely where I was for him to mark.

I sputtered, "Again," as I was pushed closer to the edge again. "Again-" His lips persisted in their attack on the tender region on the back of my neck, and his hands started to yank me off of him more quickly and roughly. I let out a long groan as I made my way back into his hands, and all of a sudden, the world appeared to be functioning normally once more.

Juan, who was still gasping for air from those tremendous orgasms, wasn't finished with me quite yet. I responded with a whine when he asked me, "Still hard, Hadey?" he was being playful.

He said, "Hey, I want to try something else," and I agreed and sat up, ready and willing for everything he was going to do to me. "I want to try something else," he said. I put my complete faith in this man and allowed him to do anything he liked with my body, which he considered to be his property at the time.

Now that we were closer, he got down on his knees and stretched my legs even more apart in an effort to bring me in. I had a general concept of what was going to happen to me, and as a result, my member was on high alert in preparation for it. While keeping intense eye contact with me, he subtly moistened his full lips with his tongue and bent down to kiss the top of my manhood.

My body went through sensations of pleasure that I had never felt before, and they caused the backs of my eyes to roll into the back of my head. When he took my member into heaven, which was his warm lips, he did so very gently. He did nothing but hold me there, giving me time to get used to the sensation that made my thighs shake and my toes curl into their shoes.

As I let out a torrent of groans and curses in his name, he started to move cautiously after a while. He did not have any fucking technique at all. Because there was no prior experience, that much was obvious, yet despite that, it still felt so fucking fantastic. It was the most amazing sensation that I've ever had in my life.

I could feel myself becoming closer to him as his head bobbed up and down and his gorgeous lips rimmed my dick, sending jolts of pleasure into my body. As a result, I was able to regain my interest in him. "Juan- comin'-" I wailed out, absolutely unable to form logical sentences as a result of his attack on my member.

I was under the impression that he would draw away and then kill me with his hand, but he didn't. He did not stop sucking me dry, despite the fact that he was aware that I was on the verge of exploding; rather, he continued on. My entire being is shaking, and I'm afraid I won't be able to keep hold of this for much longer. I came with a squeal of delight in my voice.

His lips continued to work on my member, sucking out every last drop, which he then swallowed after they were finished. On the other side, my body became limp as the tiredness brought on by the heat and the excessive number of orgasms set in. As soon as I closed my eyes, the light in the room became even darker, and I felt Juan drag me onto the bed so that I was correctly positioned.

Juan used a rag to rinse me up with warm water while he washed me while I was still awake, but I was beginning to feel the effects of sleep creeping up on me. After that, he got into the bed with me, pulled the blankets over both of us, and held me tightly against his chest as we were both covered in them.

I drifted off to a kingdom of dreams where I could hear my partner praising me softly in my ear while gently massaging my head with his deft fingers.

"Wolfie, you really went above and beyond for me." He whispered. "Hade, I love you so much."